Beauty and the Beast (1987–1990): Season 1, Episode 2 - Terrible Savior - full transcript

This is where the wealthy
and the powerful rule.

It is her world.

A world apart from mine.

Her name is Catherine.

From the moment I saw her,
she captured my heart

with her beauty, her warmth

and her courage.

I knew then, as I know now,

she would change
my life forever.

He comes from a secret place,

far below the city streets.



Hiding his face from strangers,

safe from hate and harm.

He brought me there
to save my life.

And now, wherever I go,
he is with me in spirit.

For we have a bond stronger
than friendship or love.

And although we cannot
be together,

we will never, ever be apart.

Ain't you
got no pride?

Who you looking at?

Hey, lady, we're
talking to you.

Got a match, lady?

No. Please.

Bet you got a match
in the bag, lady.

Why don't you
give it to me?



No matches.
Leave me alone.

Let's have a look.

Oh, baby.

Nineteen dollars?!

She's got $19!

That's bad.

No!

No, don't hurt me, please.

Please, don't hurt me.
What was that?

Oh, God...

The Subway Slasher struck
again last night,

killing two armed men

who allegedly assaulted
an elderly woman.

The D.A.'s Office has issued
a statement saying they're

working with Transit Authority
Police on a number of leads.

I have a horrible suspicion
these are for me.

Bingo, Radcliffe.

And it's your own fault.

First thing I learned
in the Army:

never volunteer.

And this is an ugly one.

Take a good look.

17 and 16.

They look like they
tried to go a round
with a tiger.

Only this animal walks
around on two feet

and half this city
thinks he's a hero.

Hey...

You look a little green.

You sure you've got
the stomach for this?

I'm sure.

What do you want me to do?

Our Subway Slasher knows
how to take care of himself.

So, what you got here?

You got your karate schools,

kung fu instructors,

self-defense classes.

Be the first deb on your block
to collect the whole set.

Now you know the profile
we're looking for.

Recent crime victim,
maybe someone who's
lost a family.

Flag anything
subway-related.

Oh, um...

you have heard
of the subways, right?

Isaac?

You can come out, Isaac.

I know you're there.

Can't fool you anymore.

I had a good teacher.

Hi.

So... you come for
the refresher course,

or is this a
social call?

Neither, I'm afraid.

I need to ask you
some questions.

Anything makes you sound
that serious

got to be pretty heavy.

We talking baseball,
money, or love here?

We're talking
the Subway Slasher.

Who am I talking to here,

a friend or a DA?

Me.

Wrong answer.

He's killing people, Isaac.

That so?

I notice you don't say...

innocent people.

Innocence or guilt
is for the courts to decide.

If you know something...

I don't know nothing.

And if I did...

I wouldn't tell no DA.

Whose side are you on?

You give me ten minutes
to shower and change,

I'll show you.

Here it is.

The Protectors?

The nuts in the white hats
who ride around

on the subways looking
for trouble, right?

Right. Come on.

Look around.

And these people
ain't crazed vigilantes

in training camp here.

Just ordinary people trying
to take care of each other.

And you wanted to know
whose side I was on?

I'm on their side.

Is that responsible?

A woman that age could get hurt
trying to resist a mugger.

She didn't
resist last time.

She couldn't get
her wedding ring
off her finger.

The mugger figured he'd
make it easy for her

by cutting off
the finger.

One of our people
stopped him.

This is the man

who put this whole
place together.

Cathy Chandler,
Jason Walker.

Jace, please.

I've seen you on TV.

None of it's true,
I swear.

Stubbs, how does
someone as ugly as you

happen to know so
many beautiful women?

Cathy was one
of my students.

You mean you actually
paid this man money?

She's with the DA now.

Oh... are we in trouble again?

I don't know.

Have you done anything?

Not as much as we'd like to.

If a transit cop
rescued that lady,

he'd get a commendation.

This guy is minus a badge,

so that makes him
a psychopathic monster.

No. Ripping two
teenagers to pieces

makes him
a psychopathic monster.

A traffic cop would have
arrested them.

Right, right.
And, uh...

seeing as how they
were juveniles,

they would've had to
serve a little soft time,

then they would've been
back on the subway,

kicking another
old lady to death.

Great system you
got there, Ms. DA.

It's not perfect.

Tell me about it.

This is where they come, Cathy.

The old people

who have steel bars
on their windows

and still can't
sleep at night.

The woman who
can't understand

why the boy who killed
her son walked free.

The rape victims
who scream

when their husbands
touch them.

This is where
they come

when the plea bargaining
is over.

Believe me, they know
the system isn't perfect.

I don't know a better one.

Do you?

Of course you can
find failures

to point at, but...

most of the time,
the system works.

It's all we've got.

No, we have ourselves.

Our courage, our...
our strength,

our compassion--
we have each other.

And now
we've got him.

Whoever the hell he is.

You gave me a lot
to think about.

That was the whole point.

Isaac, if you thought...

if you even suspected

that this vigilante
was someone you knew--

a friend--

what would you do?

Talk to him.

Ask him.

Go to where the man lives--

I'd look him
dead in the eye--

but, first, I'd be real
sure about one thing:

I'd be real sure
I wanted to know.

You came.

You have no idea how much
I needed to see you.

Vincent?

What's wrong?

Vincent.

No, Vincent, no!

You look sadder
than my last date.

Anything I can do?

I need to see the file
on a Mrs. Beatrice Dalby.

That's the cleaning lady
saved by the slasher, right?

Right.

I didn't know you were
supposed to question her.

I'm not.

Then why?

Let's just say I have
a very dirty apartment.

Mrs. Dalby?

I'm Catherine Chandler, with
the District Attorney's Office.

When are you people
going to leave me alone?

I got work to do.

I've already told the police
everything I know.

This won't take
long, I promise.

You say you never got a
good look at the slasher.

Don't call him that.

That man saved me,

and all you people want
to do is hunt him down

like some animal.

Where were all you people

when those boys
were kicking on me?

I didn't see him.

I told you people that--
I told you and told you.

The lights were
going on and off.

What kind of a
subway is that,

we can't even keep
the lights on?

Oh, surely, when the lights
came on, you saw something,

if only for a second.

I was on the
floor, hurting.

I still have bruises where
those boys kicked me.

I didn't see no
part of that man.

You're protecting him,
aren't you?

Mrs. Dalby,

I'm not even supposed
to be here.

This is personal for me.

I have a friend...

I think...

I don't know what to think,

I'm afraid that
he was involved.

If you could tell me
what you saw-- anything--

his face, his hands...

His face...

His hands...

He didn't have
hands-- just claws.

And his face... I'll
never forget that face.

He wasn't a man.

He wasn't a human
man at all.

He was like, like...

...an angel.

A terrible angel...

come to save me.

A terrible angel.

Thank you.

You won't tell them, will you?

No.

I got to ride that same train
tonight, Ms. Chandler.

It's a good thing we
found you, Catherine.

I thought I'd remember.

I must have gotten
turned around somehow.

Everything seems
so different.

Strange.

The ways change,
Catherine.

For every safe road,

there are a hundred paths
that lead only to darkness.

I had to come.

I had to see you.

I was afraid.

I know.

You didn't come.

I called, I banged on
the pipes, you never came.

I could feel
your fear, Catherine.

Even now.

I frighten you.

You taught me to face
my fears always, Vincent.

Tell me.

What should I tell you?

That I am not this shadow,
this man-monster, that you hunt?

Must you hear the words
before you trust?

Hear them, then.

It is not me.

Catherine,

I would never hurt you.

No, Vincent, no.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean...

To pull away?

I know.

I know your heart, Catherine.

But sometimes the words

that are not spoken are
the truest words of all,

however much they hurt.

What are you saying?

We both know what these hands
can do... have done.

Catherine,

if your heart
does not trust,

then no words I speak
could help.

It's time for you
to go home.

Vincent?

Are you all right?

I've heard the children
talk of this place.

It was our secret place,
when I was a child.

I used to come down here
with my friends.

We thought it was magic.

Magic?

All the tunnels.

If you stand in just
the right place,

you can hear sounds...

whispers from the world above.

People on the subway,

children playing
in their homes,

lovers walking in the park.

Sounds of a thousand
different lives,

if you know
just where to stand--

the magic places,
we called them.

It's Catherine,
isn't it?

I can hear her fears whispering
to me, no matter where I stand.

She cannot help
being afraid, Vincent.

Her world is built on fear.
It's all they know.

With the lives they're
forced to lead,

if they weren't afraid...

they might be insane.

And us?

We have something
they only dream of:

A safe place.

A secret place,

beyond their madness
and their fear.

Sometimes I would run down here
when we played hide-and-seek...

...but before the game
was over, Father,

they always found me.

Even here.

It is not me.

A terrible angel.

Have you done anything?

Not as much as we'd like to.

Not as much as we'd like to.

Not as much as we'd like to.

Not as much as we'd like to.

Yo.

Well...

I hadn't expected
to see you again so soon.

You come to sign up?

I'd look really silly
in one of those white hats.

I disagree.

Besides, the guys in the
white hats always win.

Do they?

Well, at least
in fairy tales.

You know, the city
has its own myths.

We're all so rational,
so sophisticated and cynical,

but we still need
our gods and demons,

our heroes
and villains.

I...

knew a man used

to work the IRT.

He swore he saw
a monster down there once,

when he was troubleshooting
some track.

You hear the street people
talk about it, too.

Some terrible, fierce creature

who haunts the dark places,

some... thing
with the face

of a demon and the soul
of an angel.

You can't possibly believe that,
can you?

But they believe it,
don't you see?

Because they need to believe.

Inside, we're all children,
scared of the dark,

wishing there really was
a Batman.

But Batman was never half
as formidable as you, was he?

I can take care of myself.

But I tell you, all the fighting
techniques in the world

don't equal what I learned from
Isaac Stubbs in one afternoon.

You remember
his first rule?

On the street,
there are no rules.

That's the problem
with doing things your way.

You believe in rules;
the predators don't.

So we throw away the rules?

Then what's the difference,

the color
of our hats?

I don't have
to tell you the difference.

You know it already,
or you wouldn't be here.

Isaac tells me
you were a star pupil.

Isaac exaggerates.

I still have a lot to learn.

These weapons, for instance.

Can you really use all of them?

Some.

I wouldn't touch
that sword.

The samurai kept their blades
razor-sharp.

Does that make you a samurai,
Jace?

What are these?

Those are
throwing stars.

I can see you don't make it
to many ninja movies.

We should move
on Jason Walker.

This is the same
Jason Walker who heads
the Protectors, right?

Heavily into karate,
aikido, jujitsu, ninjitsu.

Who's been sued maybe
a half a dozen times

by perps he's brought
in on citizen's arrests;

collects secret
ninja death toys.

Pops up on TV and says
how the Subway Slasher

is a hero and
not a nut case,

and isn't it too bad

we don't have a dozen
guys just like him.

We talking about the
same Jason Walker here?

I have a sinking feeling
you're ahead of me.

Don't be fooled by
the gravy stains

on their ties, Radcliffe.

Cops aren't as
dumb as they look.

Well, he has the right skills,
the right attitudes...

Yeah, well, there's only
one problem with that.

He's also got an alibi.

Well, then,
someone's covering for him.

Who, the cops?

Jason Walker has been under
24-hour police surveillance

since this investigation began.

I'm not wrong
about this, Joe.

Hey, baby, that's
a real nice dress.

Stop bothering me.

Okay.

Leave me alone.

Come on, baby.

Don't be so mean to me.

Oh...

Give me a kiss,
sweetie, come on.

Don't touch me.

Let me go.

No!

You hurt me.

Please, please
let me go.

Please.

You let her be!

You keep out of this,
grandpa,

if you know
what's good for you.

There's a police officer
on this train.

Don't...
Yeah, I'm scared.

Okay, baby, let's
have some fun.

No! No!

Please don't leave me!
Come on! Come on!

Help me!

Please don't leave me.
Don't be afraid.

I'm going
to get the police officer.

I'm going to get him.

No, don't leave me!

Please help me! Stop!

All right, hold it right there.

No!

Father! Lana saw him.

Go and find Vincent.

I'll get Lana
to show him where.

Now, go quickly, quickly,
there's no time to lose.

As the city awaits the next
attack of the Subway Slasher,

many New Yorkers
are hailing him as a hero,

the savior of the subways.

According to the young woman who
was rescued by him last night,

the mysterious beast-like
creature with claws,

wearing a black cloak,
appeared out of nowhere,

slashed her assailant to death,

critically wounding a
transit policeman...
Catherine.

...then escaped out the window
of the moving train.

In a joint news conference,

Police Chief Riordan
and District Attorney Moreno

confirmed they are following
several leads,

but declined to comment further.

And now, more news
from the metro scene...

I thought I might
never see you again.

You have enough
fear in your world.

I could never
bring you more.

Vincent, forgive me
for doubting you.

Catherine.

You were right
to be afraid.

My heart knows
how gentle you are.

Even the gentlest man has a
demon locked inside of him.

Not you.

Not a demon.

We've seen your vigilante.

He has a secret door

from your subways to
the older tunnels--

the secret tunnels.

Vincent, if you can show me,
I'll go to the police.

They'll stake it out.

Catherine, there are
a thousand miles

of tunnels beneath this
city, all of them connected.

If the police
find his door,

they'll search
through all of them.

Then we'll do it
another way.

From above, not below.

I promise you, Vincent,
I won't betray your world.

They hunt for this man as
they might hunt for me,

if they dreamed
of my existence.

You have your laws
and your courts

to tell right from wrong,
your police to protect you.

We have only ourselves.

By what right do
I condemn him?

Am I so very different?

Yes, Vincent, you are.

Bring me a map.

Why is it whenever
you're paying for lunch,

I wind up here?

If you found out
about that building,

we'll have lunch
at Four Seasons.

That's all right.

The pleasure
of your company

and a microwave
cheeseburger

is more than enough.

Push-button food,
push-button job.

Soon as they come out
with push-button men...

I'm set, babe.

The place was built
in 1887.

I can tell you right now,
if the city has plans on it,

it ain't
in nobody's computer.

Could you find out
anything about its history?

It was a seedy rooming house
for 50 years

before the Protectors turned it
into Kung Fu Central.

Originally,

it was a cheap hotel

for sailors.

"Seaman's Safe Haven."

I found mentions in a couple
of old newspaper indexes.

Just the name.

Even still, the stories
aren't on computer yet.

Don't look at me, girlfriend.

I don't go looking through
those musty old files.

You know dust makes
my eyes water.

Edie,

I love you.

Hey, who's going
to pay for my dessert?!

"Through secret tunnels."

DA's Office on 64th.

Don't even think about it,
Ms. Chandler.

I know you're good,

but you don't want to go up
against the two of us.

Just take it easy
and nobody will get hurt.

Jace just wants to talk.

You didn't have to go
to all this trouble.

Really.

You don't scare
easy, do you?

Please, sit down.

Don't make this
difficult, Cathy.

There's no need
for melodrama.

I'm not going
to hurt you.

The sailor murders.

I'm innocent, I swear.

My granddaddy was
a sharecropper in Alabama

when all this went down.

Did you know

when you bought
the building?

No, no, we had been doing
renovations in the basement,

and we stumbled on the tunnels.

They had been sealed up
for almost a century.

At the time, we had no idea
why they were there.

You know, it's like a...

like a regular maze down there,
you know,

side tunnels and dead ends.

It's so old,
you can't imagine.

Can't I?

The story, the...
the demon protector,

the angel from below.

The city needed him.

Frightened people need symbols
to make them feel safe.

So many people hurting,

and frightened--
more every day,

day after day, year after year.

I began to doubt,

to question whether one man
could make a difference.

But no longer.

You call that
making a difference?

Killing a few muggers?

The deaths weren't important.

The legend was.

It's time for them
to be afraid now.

What about the policeman?

He's still
in critical condition.

Legends never
make mistakes.

They never miss, or stumble,
or strike out in panic.

And they never hurt those
who don't deserve to be hurt.

The problem is, men
do all those things.

It's too bad your legend
doesn't really exist.

Oh, but he does.

And you're going to tell me
all about him...

aren't you?

How many times have I told you,

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Cathy, you're trying
to protect him-- fine.

I admire that.
But it's pointless.

Red saw you together.

He watched you
for more than 20 minutes.

Red needs a reality check.

Hey, I know what I saw.

Catherine, whoever he is, he
has nothing to fear from me.

And we're alike, he and I.

We're mirror images, twins.
We're the same.

I've had enough of this.

Am I going to be allowed
to leave?

If you insist.

After you.

Cozy, isn't it?

Not the word I'd choose.

Watch her.

So...

How 'bout those Mets?

Talk to him.

He'll listen to you.

If he doesn't, he'll
destroy himself

and all the good he's done.

He'll betray the trust of
the people who believe in him--

good people like Isaac.

This has gone too far!

You've got to help me
reason with him!

Jace?

Jason...

Tell me.

No.

Jace...

you promised
no one would get hurt.

Jace would never have hurt you.

Don't be stupid.
Tell him!

So you never found a body.

The children say that
abyss goes down forever.

Too deep and dangerous
for us to plumb.

He's dead, Catherine.

And his shadow has
lifted from your heart.

The killings will stop...

but they'll never know...

...never know if he's dead
or gone or...

...just waiting down there
until he's needed again.

Like King Arthur.

I think Jace
would like that.

How can one man have so much

courage and empathy and passion

and so little mercy?

Perhaps he lost it somewhere.

But he found it again,
in the end.